Hart of Dixie
When spoiled California kid Summer Roberts — I mean, ambitious New York just-minted-doc Zoe Hart — doesn’t get the big fellowship she expected, she takes up the offer of a Southern small-town practitioner to come down his (quaint and dusty) way.
It’s the kind of Hollywood hamlet where gowned Southern belles dance in the town square, and everybody chows down on fried catfish, and alligators are named Burt Reynolds.
And, of course, where famed football linebackers serve as mayor, and the town’s hottest hottie lives right next to Dr. Hart’s crumbling shack. That’s so she can spend her time “making out with the electricity-stealing buffoon from next-door.” (Did I mention Zoe narrates the proceedings?)
Rachel Bilson (“The OC”) plays the would-be cardiothoracic surgeon. Yeah, I know, right?
But I can’t really say much else about the plot because I was preoccupied with fretting over Bilson’s short short skirts and high high heels. What’s the deal with the shoes on actresses these days? They can barely stand up, much less tromp down country trails in a snit.
But I did catch enough of “Hart of Dixie” to tell it’s formula absurdity for the “princess” demographic of magical thinkers who now imagine being life-saving doctors as well as rescued royals. Which is a whole ’nother rant I could go on.
She even delivers a baby and talks to a gravestone. What’s left?
On TV: “Hart of Dixie” debuts Monday night at 9 on CW/11.